Wasn't Nelly a very simple little girl never to think that Mrs. Williams meant to buy it for her? She never so much as thought of it. "Oh!" said she, "how glad she'll be! I hope she'll have better luck with it than I had. You tell her not to take her on any journeys. Is it your own little girl?" Then Nelly saw the tears come in Mrs. Williams's eyes: her lips quivered, and she said:-- "My own little girl is in heaven; but this doll is for a little girl I love very much, who looks like my little girl. Run in, dear, and see what you can find." The shopkeeper looked quite surprised to see such a little girl coming up to the counter, and asking if he had any big wax dolls with eyes which would open. "Yes, sis," he said, "we have two; but they cost too much money for you, I reckon." Nelly did not like being called "sis." "My name is not sis," she said, "and the doll is for a sick lady out in the carriage. Won't you please bring them out for her to look at?" and Nelly turned, and walked out of the shop. "Hoity toity!" said the man. "What airs we put on, don't we, for small fry! Eastern folks, I reckon;" but he went to a drawer, and took out his two wax dolls, and carried them to the carriage. Each doll was in a box by itself. One was dressed in pink satin, and one in white muslin. "Which is the prettiest, Nelly?" said Mrs. Williams. "Oh, the one in white muslin,--ever so much the prettiest! My mamma says satin is very silly on dolls, and I think so too. Mrs. Napoleon had a blue satin dress, and I gave it to Mabel Martin. She never wore it but once,--the day she came; she had it on when she was in the stocking; but I hated it on her." "In the stocking!" said Mrs. Williams; "that big doll never went into a stocking. What do you mean?" "Oh, not into a common stocking!" said Nelly; "into one of my grandpa's stockings. Mamma always hangs his stockings up for us at Christmas." Mrs. Williams was still more perplexed. "Why, child," she said, "how big is your grandpa? Is he a giant?" "Oh, no!" laughed Nelly, "he isn't very big; but these are great stockings he had made to sleep in. They come all the way up his legs,--both parts of his leg,--way up above his knee, as far as his legs go, so as to keep him warm when he's asleep. He doesn't sleep in any night-gown." Mrs. Williams laughed heartily at this, and was about to ask Nelly some other questions, when the storekeeper interrupted her with:-- "Can't stand here all day, mum. Do ye want the dolls or not: say quick." Mrs. Williams was not accustomed to be spoken to in this manner, and she looked at him in surprise. "Oh!" he said, in answer to her look, "you ain't in the East, you'll find out. We Western men've got too much to do to dangle round all day on a single trade. Do ye want the dolls? If not, I'll take 'em back."